10-06-2016, 10:25 AM
Ruan
He passed through the forest with growing ease, gradually becoming more familiar with the land over time. It was not so long ago he was doing this same aimless scouting with the wolves, his adopted family of sorts. It was just about the only thing he'd done there in the Valley, aside from watching over the sullen prince from a distance. He still caught himself thinking about him, worrying over how he was doing.
But it wasn't little Kilter he came across just then, but instead a vaguely familiar lass, as he paused a number of paces away. A stranger's distance. He thought he knew her, but at the same time was fully aware that he did not. An angry scar marred her youthful face, and somehow he didn't think that detracted from her natural beauty. He returned his gaze to her eyes though, it was never polite to stare. No, he didn't think he recognized her after all.
"Welcome," he said, almost a question. Mild curiosity glinted in his eyes, though they still lacked the glacial light of magic, dark and dull. Large pale wings at his side only covered the purple spots on his ribs, the rest still speckled across his spine in natural appaloosa fashion, breaking into the charcoal black that covered the rest of him.
His nostrils flared just briefly, but her scent was not familiar either. Still, something tickled in the back of his mind like he should know her. Perhaps she'd known his sister Morrigan; maybe it was just a child's memory toying with him.
"I'm Ruan," he said evenly. "Do you live here?" His voice lacked a tone of interrogation that perhaps he should have had for a stranger. If she were any sort of threat, he had faith Reagan would handle it.
But it wasn't little Kilter he came across just then, but instead a vaguely familiar lass, as he paused a number of paces away. A stranger's distance. He thought he knew her, but at the same time was fully aware that he did not. An angry scar marred her youthful face, and somehow he didn't think that detracted from her natural beauty. He returned his gaze to her eyes though, it was never polite to stare. No, he didn't think he recognized her after all.
"Welcome," he said, almost a question. Mild curiosity glinted in his eyes, though they still lacked the glacial light of magic, dark and dull. Large pale wings at his side only covered the purple spots on his ribs, the rest still speckled across his spine in natural appaloosa fashion, breaking into the charcoal black that covered the rest of him.
His nostrils flared just briefly, but her scent was not familiar either. Still, something tickled in the back of his mind like he should know her. Perhaps she'd known his sister Morrigan; maybe it was just a child's memory toying with him.
"I'm Ruan," he said evenly. "Do you live here?" His voice lacked a tone of interrogation that perhaps he should have had for a stranger. If she were any sort of threat, he had faith Reagan would handle it.
